Seeing your ass in a tight pants I softly moan. I need to catch my breath, what just happened here??After a few minutes I walk back to my table. My hu...band spots me and stands up quickly. Grabbing my arm he speaks quietly to me. As I walk with him to the exit I see you looking at me. I shrug my shoulders, no idea what's going on. Standing almost outside my husband starts to speak a little louder telling me he wants to go home. I don't!! And I don't want to go home with him acting like this.As. .a wet dream?I could hear laughter and hushed plans being made in the main office. Icould hear the sounds of clothes being put on, rustling, zips, high heelson the floor, squeals of 'my God, you look amazing in that..!" - mymistresses preparing themselves. My sense of anticipation grew as I heardgiggles, moans and sighs emanating from the other room. Jane wasdemonstrating and giving Sarah instructions in how to shine and polishsomething and Holly was telling her what a good job she was doing.. He began his ride, it was awesome, she cried out, telling him she was not china and wouldn’t break, begging him to hammer home his thrusts harder, which he did, but it was when she called him son that he went into overdrive hammering home his tool like it was a jigger pick in the hands of a demented road worker. She began to scream, not a scream of pain but of ecstasy, her climax began, but he took no notice, daring to call him son again, she cried “YES GO ON SON YES, YES” it was like revving. “I put the fuckers there!” “No! Eh hang on!” Said Megan, with a shocked intonation. “What yours gone too?” I said, jokingly. “Yes, well not my clean ones. The ones I took off last night aren’t there!“ Megan held up her bra and vest, her panties clearly not among them. “Well that‘s smegging stupid.” She said. We stood there bamboozled. Megan was in her clean panties and a white T shirt and I was just in my bra and sleeping shorts. Our bedroom door was ajar, as I had left it after returning from.